I'm the former civilized Yingjie

Ryan bent his knees slightly, then jumped out silently. He drew an arc in the air and locked his eyes on the people on the roof.

It was a sniper team, quite capable. Ryan was still in the air. They turned their heads as if they felt something.

"What is that?"

When a person is flying in the air, no matter who he is, he will be stunned for a moment. Fortunately, the shock is only for a moment, and the sniper immediately turns over and pulls the trigger into the air.

Swah——

The brain had already transmitted the command to the fingers, but a black light flashed, and a right arm was broken together with half of the rifle. The observer turned his head in shock, and finally saw where the attack came from.

The moonlight casts the shadow of the person in the sky, and the shadow seems to be alive, cutting off the hands and heads of his companions, and then wrapping them around his neck like a ribbon.

Hey.

Ryan landed on the roof and looked at the observer with his eyes bulging and his neck bones crushed. He made a swing with the sickle and dragged it behind his back.

two.

Still silent, his body flew out like a black arrow, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant and landing in an alley.

There was obviously another gang here, trying to intercept Pado from the side. Before they could cross the alley, they saw someone standing at the entrance of the alley.

He squatted on the ground, raised the black scythe high, and threw it over without saying a word.

The sickle turned into a giant disk, swept across the alley, then circled in the air and flew straight back to Ryan's raised palm.

ten.

Ryan glanced at the 'sculptures' in the alley. They maintained their postures of drawing guns or picking up walkie-talkies, but they all seemed to have pressed the pause button until the man disappeared in the alley holding a bloody sickle. Only then did we take the next step.

puff--

Blood marks appeared on the neck or chest, eight blood-red flowers bloomed, and the splattered blood dyed the walls on both sides red.

Silent, efficient, and swift, Padofelis is like the center of a moving storm.

Within one kilometer around her, Ryan's footsteps did not stop, the blade harvested lives one by one, and even the smell of blood was thoughtfully blown away.

The twilight street was particularly quiet tonight, with only a ghostly figure patrolling around. The bosses from all sides found that none of their subordinates could be contacted, and finally realized that something was wrong.

"No need to follow, start immediately and take down that woman!"

"Get back now, this is a trap!"

No matter what kind of order it was, it was already too late by the time it was conveyed.

Hey.

Ryan landed on the hood of a speeding car. The little boss in the passenger seat had just received the boss's order. In the blink of an eye, he saw a 'woman' landing in front of him, raising a dark sickle.

Even though he was specifically in charge of the flour business and was used to seeing conflicts, he couldn't react at all for a moment, and all he saw was the flash of the sickle.

boom! !

The car with the roof removed hit the wall and exploded into a ball of fire, which suddenly brightened the dirt road. The vehicles following behind woke up one after another. When they looked up, they found a person standing in the middle of the road.

"Bump past!"

"Stop the car and kill her!"

The roar of the engine was mixed with the harsh brakes. The leading pickup truck rammed into the opponent at a speed of more than a hundred yards, but then flew up three meters in front of it.

The front of the car was dented, various parts were flying everywhere, the airbags deployed, and the people in the cab turned into meat patties on the spot. The vehicle was rolling in the air, and was slapped on the surface by a white palm.

Boom - boom!

Just like a catapult, the pickup truck flew back at a speed of more than two hundred yards, crushing the people who hurriedly got out of the car into meat patties, and rising up into a more brilliant fireball.

Da da da......

The gunfire finally rang out, breaking the dead silence of Dusk Street tonight. The truck at the end of the convoy split open, and a five-meter-tall black mecha started.

"GAX-01 combat mech?" Ryan also saw this thing. Even if it is an obsolete product, this kind of heavy equipment should not appear in Twilight Street.

Pado, when you make such a fuss, things are getting more and more interesting.

He ignored the oncoming bullets and turned around gently, as if doing a round dance under the moon, waving his sickle in the air.

Eight-sided blade.

The air screamed, and cracks in the ground rapidly extended forward, cutting off bullets, cutting through the wall of fire, and then evenly dividing the human body and the vehicle into two halves.

Boom boom boom!

Cars exploded one after another, and the pilot, who was wrapped in thick armor, opened his eyes wide and quickly scanned several screens.

"What about people?!"

As soon as he turned on the weapon safety, the two micro-missile launchers on his shoulders lost their targets, and only the monitor captured his silhouette.

The white-haired woman is the key target.

Fire coverage mode, full bomb launch!

His thumb moved towards the red button, and with a harsh sound of metal tearing, the pilot suddenly found that he could do nothing because a hole was torn out of the fifty-centimetre-thick alloy steel plate.

The white-haired woman leaned half of her body through the hole, and her almost perfect face was just a few inches in front of her eyes. She gently pressed her right hand, but her red eyes were devoid of any emotion.

"I'm curious, where did you get this combat mecha?"

......

Patrophilis turned around and could see the sky dyed red by flames, as well as the intensive gunshots and explosions.

That's right. It was too quiet before, which made me feel anxious.

Quietness is rare in Twilight Street. Those big guys have to fight every day to sleep. How could they suddenly become good kids?

"I'm so lucky. From the sound of it, they were fighting on Nisha Street, so no one would notice me."

Pado took a few breaths and looked at the food in the cart. She was troubled again. How could she send it into the warehouse if it was so heavy? But if it was thrown at the door, she was afraid of being picked up. She would also falsely accuse the nursing home of stealing.

Good people stick to their guns, so I can just move in.

The girl sneakily walked around the entrance of the nursing home. She felt that the building with a pointed roof and a small courtyard was dark and looked like a haunted house at night.

As one of the few inaccessible mysterious places on Twilight Street, she instinctively felt guilty. Seeing no one around, she skillfully unlocked the door and gently opened the iron door.

Send it to the door and run!

Padu made up his mind, pushed the door quietly, covered it with a plastic sheet, then quickly turned around and ran away, but he still didn't lower his raised right leg.

A man is standing in the shadows at the door. He is wearing a white T-shirt and gray jeans. He looks like a passerby. He wears a mask on his face, covering most of his face. Although his face cannot be seen, he can still be seen anyway. Not as ferocious and terrifying.

But just at this glance, Padofelis trembled all over, her hair stood up like fried hair, and she stood there, not daring to move.

It was a feeling of oppression from a natural enemy, several times stronger than the feeling Ryan gave her. It seemed that if she took another step, her head would turn into a rotten watermelon.

"There's nothing to steal from the nursing home." The man leaned against the wall, his voice not exactly grumpy.

Am I lucky or unlucky?

Pado was a little confused. Her successful arrival at the sanatorium was a sign of great luck, but when she left, she encountered this shocking existence. It seemed quite unlucky.

"Well, I'm here to deliver something, not to steal it. It's all filled with rice and bacon." The girl answered honestly, and then didn't respond for a long time. She was immediately frightened by this weirdo.

The gunshots and explosions in the distance had completely silenced, and the orphanage was eerily silent. Just when Patophilis couldn't help but prepare to run away.

"You are telling the truth. The few boxes that were extra in the warehouse last month were also sent by you."

"You knew already?"

"Hmph, do you think I'm blind or stupid!?"

"Don't dare." Pado shook his head quickly and licked his lips, "So I'm doing good things. Just let me go. If you don't want to, I'll leave immediately."

"Stay, otherwise the nagging woman will complain about not having enough food again, but why do you do this?"

In the shadow, the light green eyes under the mask were very sharp. At least Pado didn't dare to look directly at them. She thought for a while and scratched her head.

"Maybe I think it makes sense."

"What is the meaning?"

"Well, we can't say. Anyway, if you do it, you will be happy."

"Like killing and fighting?"

Is there any connection between the two?

Pado felt that he had encountered a lunatic in the middle of the night, and it was a terrifying lunatic, so he had no choice but to nod.

"We don't read much, but I think the meaning is different for everyone."

After saying that, she stared at the other person uneasily, not knowing whether the answer was satisfactory. The man fell into silence again.

It wasn't until Padofelis couldn't hold it any longer that she waved her hand gently.

"get out."

"okay."

Pado had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and rushed out of the nursing home like a gust of wind, wishing he had two more legs.

The man kept staring at her back before she disappeared, then looked at the black smoke in the distance and twitched his nose.

"Strange, it smells familiar."

Chapter 224 We are a righteous thief!

dusk?What is this? I have never heard Padofelis mention it.

Just as Pado was running for his life, Ryan was standing in the middle of a pile of wreckage. At his feet was the pilot's body, and the mecha's head was blown away.

Using mental shock, he obtained important information.

Tonight's operation was called by Dusk. A high reward was placed on Padofelis, and nearly a hundred people were dispatched.

This battle is a bit too big. Even if you are curious about the 'boss', how can you spend such a huge amount of money?

'This person should be the big shot behind Twilight Street, because this pilot is also a fusion warrior. '

He glanced at the corpse at his feet. He saw that the corpse was not much stronger than a normal person, but Ryan also found clues that it was a semi-failed product of a large number of transformation surgeries.

There are strengths and weaknesses, and naturally there are classes. The strongest ones are definitely high-level fusion warriors like Sakura and Kevin. People like the Sword of Punishment are also elites, but just like the pyramid, failures always account for the majority.

Their strength has not improved much, and they are not qualified to face the Herrscher of Restraint. They can only rely on their physical fitness several times stronger than normal people to drive mechas, which is considered waste.

This combination has become the mainstream within the Fire Chaser Moth, because no matter how weak the fusion warrior is, the reaction force, overload resistance, and spatial recognition ability are much stronger than ordinary people.

"The problem is that this person is a native of Twilight Street and has not registered with Fire Moth at all. Has the information about the transformation surgery spread?"

Ryan pondered for a moment. As a scientist who participated in the entire Fusion Warrior Project, he knew that the core technology is not difficult. As long as you are not afraid of death, you can try it. In theory, everyone has a success rate, and the super-mutable factors are inherently difficult and easy.

If it is a high-level Honkaimon, the mortality rate is as high as 99.999%, but if it is just an advanced level, it will be much better.

It's a bit interesting. The Fire Chaser Moth has indeed been deployed in Dusk Street for a long time. That's right. With their intelligence capabilities, it's impossible for them to know anything about the strange things here.

Of course, is this layout a routine thing, or is it done deliberately because of himself? Ryan is very interested in exploring it. At the very least——

He touched his face with his hand and looked at the cracked electronic eyes, reflecting a face with white hair and red pupils.

When dismantling the phone with bare hands, the appearance characteristics have already been sent back, and the people behind it must have received it.

"I don't believe you are not curious about this face."

......

As he expected, this highly recognizable face had appeared on a tablet.

With white hair and red eyes, she looks like a beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. Putting her on the twilight street will only arouse the desires of the villains, and she can imagine countless scenes inappropriate for children in an instant.

But in the eyes of some people, this face is already considered terrifying. They are also fantasizing, but the content has spread to the universe and the end of the world.

"How is it possible? This great creation has obviously been conquered and fell into the hands of stupid warriors."

The slightly old voice had always been confident and deep, but now it became a little shaken, as if the world view had been completely subverted.

The Mimetic Herrscher is their highest crystallization, proof that they have touched the 'realm of God' with a human body. Logically speaking, this kind of man-made apostle can only execute God's will.

But what happened now? He was instigated to rebel?

Can apostles of God switch camps and even be controlled by humans?

"The crusade is doubtful. We didn't find the body of the Herrscher-like one, and we didn't even find any traces of his existence. All that's left are the ruins caused by lightning." IX's indifferent answer provided evidence for this hypothesis.